***** [Edgar's POV]
"It's him. It's true. You want me to come with?" I asked, barely able to keep the grin out of my voice.
Arkas didn't share my enthusiasm. His flat tone buzzed through the phone.
"No need. Just inform the Emperor."
I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "On it."
The call ended with a soft click. I tossed the phone into my pocket and turned, only to find Steve still hanging in the air—completely wrapped in my shadows, arms spread wide like some dramatic portrait in an overpriced museum.
He raised an eyebrow.
I sighed.
"You could've said something."
Steve smiled.
"I figured I'd let you finish before I interrupted. Real professional of you, by the way."
With a casual wave of my hand, the shadows peeled off him and retreated into the floor like frightened cats. Steve landed on his feet with a soft thud and dusted himself off, completely unbothered.
